And here I was about to make the obligatory general Eurovision request for this year.
may do a one shot because Austria's entry is so delicious in the trashiest way possible. Plus you know what the title sounds like to an English speaker he he he
Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
“One?” Greece wondered. “Everyone knows you have an entire basement in your subconscious dedicated to dark secrets.”
“Okay, one of my dark secrets is I love Eurovision almost, but not quite, as much as Sweden.”
“Really?” Greece said, trying to imagine it. Serbia always mocked his own entries as well as everyone elses. But on the hand he spent a lot of time doing it and he always knew the lyrics by heart...
“It might be ridiculous, but everyone hangs out with stupid songs and outfits and dances and no one yells at me or tells me what to do. And it's a good time for my neighbors to prove how much they love me... I wish EU meetings would be more like that. Maybe we could at least start to wear silly outfits.”
“I doubt that would improve things much,” Greece said with a sigh. “But I would be willing to try...”
“You could always laugh over how Sweden takes Eurovision much more seriously than budget problems.”
“That is funny,” Greece admitted. “He always gives you guys dirty looks and mutters about Yugoslavia voting for itself.”
“Sweden is insane,” Serbia said with conviction.
“But he'll probably win this year. As long as it isn't me I'm happy...”
“Hah! Sweden thinks that every year. He keeps underestimating the power of Balkan ballads and novelty acts. Macedonia really was excellent and so am I, but yeah, Sweden will probably win...”
Was there a little disappointment in his voice?
“Maybe that's for the best,” Greece said. “Sweden will find a place in his budget for Eurovision no matter what.”
“And you get your twelve points from Cyprus and then you can lose with dignity.”
Greece shrugged, but in truth he would feel satisfied with that. Eurovision was one weird thing. He didn't even want to win or cared that much but he would indeed feel insulted if the nations he didn't count on voted for him. This competition made everyone a little crazy, not only Sweden...
I feel proud over myself for calling Sweden, Russia and Serbia as the top three in advance...
Re: Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
“One?” Greece wondered. “Everyone knows you have an entire basement in your subconscious dedicated to dark secrets.”
This is where I knew I was in love with this fic.
Which was adorable and funny<3, and I love how the interaction between the two characters is so frank and direct.
And we should totally start to force everybody in the EU meetings into silly outfits, yeah. That would solve...well, not everything, but a lot of things.
Re: Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
AN Micro fill named after the Russian entry. The thought for this came into my head as I was watching the first semi-final today and I just had to write it! I hope you enjoy it!
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Russia stood just off stage, clad in a suite (though his scarf was still present); a wide grin was on his childish face as he clapped his hands together. Two elderly women stood on either side singing happily along with their six comrades whom were on stage singing for the audience in Baku, along with the rest of Europe on their television sets.
“PARTY FOR EVERYBODY!” he half-sang-half-shouted as the chorus started up; the clapping of his hands grew quicker and his body began to sway. The audience sang the few bars in English before quieting down as the Udmart lyrics began again. Though the Udmart Republic was a part of his vast federation, Russia did not feel comfortable enough with the language to sing anything but the English chorus.
When the song finished and the audience cheered, he could over hear a sound tech whispering to another that it was “adorable”. The smile on Russia’s face grew, though after the women returned back stage, and the little one holding the tray of baked goods handed him one. She patted him on the cheek and smiled saying, “He was still a growing boy and needed to eat well.” He thanked her and smiled down at the little old lady.
As they made their way back to their assigned seats in the greenroom Russia couldn’t help but think: I’ve got the best strategy of them all, who doesn’t love cute, little grannies singing and baking things?
AN I was so disappointed when Austria didn't make it to the final!
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Austria sigh, his face in his palms as the horrifying entry of his country began their performance of their “so-called-music”. The noises the two men were making sounds that he could not fathom as to whom would enjoy them; and the women gyrating in hot pants on poles was just making it even worse.
How the hell did Prussia manage to hack the system and get these guys to win? The former nation was always up to no good and here he had done his best to mortify Austria… at the brunet man wanted nothing more than to cry. His lands had produced the genius that was Mozart, and now the evolution of music had led to the mess that was unfolding on an international stage.
And the so called song’s subject matter its self! It was about—he couldn’t even say it! The poor German language had been through enough! Though when Austria turned his head he saw the most disturbing thing yet, Hungary, his beloved former wife was well shaking her ass as the song demanded. And she seemed to be enjoying it, and well Austria had to admit with watching her move her hips like that, he was starting to get what the appeal maybe after all; though the moment that the women’s behinds and the men’s thighs began to light up he was done.
Tossing his hands up in defeat Austria just prayed that the populations of the other 19 countries voting tonight hated it just as much as he did.
When the results came down announcing that his country did not make it to the finals, he was so relieved. Hungary gave him a brief look of pity as she celebrated with her delegation. But the vibration in his pocket pulled him away from watching her celebrate:
Dude sorry, I thought for sure that one was a winner! I’ll write a song about titties for you next year! EVERYBODY LOVES BOOBS!
- Love Prussia kesesesese
At that point Austria wished a knew cellphone wasn’t so much (and that destroying the one he had now would just be a waste of perfectly good money).
One hand nervously fingered the seven medals under her blouse.
They don't call them in order.
She had taken a big chance, sending Jedward two years in a row. Gimmicks could easily lose their impact. When Finland won with Lordi, the next year a few countries sent rock and metal acts, to no avail. The novelty was gone. But the boys were popular in Europe, and maybe that was what was needed for a win now.
And she needed a win, at anything, to bring a bit of prestige back to the country. She was sick of the rest of Europe treating her like a silly spendthrift, sick of Germany making her sit at the kiddie table with Italy, Spain, Greece and Portugal. Eurovision 2013, just in time for the EU Presidency...
Ireland crossed her fingers and prayed.
"IRELAND!"
She whooped and cheered with the rest of the supporters as Jedward cartwheeled up the aisle to take their place with the rest of the finalists. She had absolutely no idea where she would get the money to host this behemoth, if the boys won. But she was sure of one thing.
They'd place higher than the UK.
***
A/N: I'm pretty sure they don't give out medals for the Eurovision, but Ireland had them struck anyway. Leave her alone, it's the only international competition we're any good at. And as much as we like winning, the two most important things about Eurovision here are 1) not making a show of ourselves, and 2) beating the Brits. ;)
The German announcer had commented that Ireland will keep sending Jedward until they win. XD
No offense meant, sorry. At first I was skeptical, but now I think Jedward have improved a lot. Good luck beating Britain! But this year they don't suck abysmally, so it'll be hard for everyone...
Mayo!anon was enjoying this... until the ending. This fandom defines our country as "ALL THAT MATTERS TO IRELAND IS THOSE NASTY MEAN ENGLISH... sometimes the Scottish and Welsh when we conveniently remember the actual meaning of British!" and I'm tired of it. Of Ireland's only defining point in this fandom being the UK, and of the fact I've ne'er seen a fill about Ireland that doesn't sound like comical propaganda. I don't mean to sound rude, and I'm enjoying these little Eurovision drabbles, but I really was excited to see one about Ireland and then... it had that ending.
Aside from that, this was a funny little piece. I might sound unpatriotic, but I really hate Jedward! Do we have no other acts?! Westlife, come baaaack! We should ask Ahern to write the songs, I'm sure he'd come up with some interesting lyrics.
Wexford!Authornon replies that it's true, we enjoy beating Britain at things. I'm sorry that ruined it for you. I threw in a bunch of other stuff relevant to politics and the economy and the fact that we're the best at Eurovision and nothing else.
Do we have no other acts?!
No matter who we send, we'll never do worse than Dustin. Oh my god we made a holy show of ourselves that year.
That was all Nicoleta could think when she watched her nation's Eurovision entry. Mandinga was an excellent group, and, even if it saddened Nicoleta a little bit that they chose to sing in Spanish rather than Romanian, she couldn't possibly not love the gorgeous Elena.
"If Spain doesn't at least give us a good score I'll be pissed..."
She muttered to herself as she watched the performance. She was used to even her best entries not scoring as high as they should, and resigned herself to the likelihood that even this gorgeous woman would probably score relatively low.
"...Heh. So long as we beat Hungary's sissy entry I don't even care."
That was a lie. She wanted Mandinga to do as well as possible. She wanted Elena to do as well as possible. Deep down, she wished there was at least a chance of them taking the contest. Of her being able to host a big victory party in their honor.
"...Fuck it. I'm inviting them out to party after this is done no matter what happens."
She just had to at least get a chance to talk to Elena a little more.
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-27 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)Seconding!
(Anonymous) 2012-04-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)may do a one shot because Austria's entry is so delicious in the trashiest way possible. Plus you know what the title sounds like to an English speaker he he he
Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)“One?” Greece wondered. “Everyone knows you have an entire basement in your subconscious dedicated to dark secrets.”
“Okay, one of my dark secrets is I love Eurovision almost, but not quite, as much as Sweden.”
“Really?” Greece said, trying to imagine it. Serbia always mocked his own entries as well as everyone elses. But on the hand he spent a lot of time doing it and he always knew the lyrics by heart...
“It might be ridiculous, but everyone hangs out with stupid songs and outfits and dances and no one yells at me or tells me what to do. And it's a good time for my neighbors to prove how much they love me... I wish EU meetings would be more like that. Maybe we could at least start to wear silly outfits.”
“I doubt that would improve things much,” Greece said with a sigh. “But I would be willing to try...”
“You could always laugh over how Sweden takes Eurovision much more seriously than budget problems.”
“That is funny,” Greece admitted. “He always gives you guys dirty looks and mutters about Yugoslavia voting for itself.”
“Sweden is insane,” Serbia said with conviction.
“But he'll probably win this year. As long as it isn't me I'm happy...”
“Hah! Sweden thinks that every year. He keeps underestimating the power of Balkan ballads and novelty acts. Macedonia really was excellent and so am I, but yeah, Sweden will probably win...”
Was there a little disappointment in his voice?
“Maybe that's for the best,” Greece said. “Sweden will find a place in his budget for Eurovision no matter what.”
“And you get your twelve points from Cyprus and then you can lose with dignity.”
Greece shrugged, but in truth he would feel satisfied with that. Eurovision was one weird thing. He didn't even want to win or cared that much but he would indeed feel insulted if the nations he didn't count on voted for him. This competition made everyone a little crazy, not only Sweden...
I feel proud over myself for calling Sweden, Russia and Serbia as the top three in advance...
Re: Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
(Anonymous) 2012-05-28 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)This is where I knew I was in love with this fic.
Which was adorable and funny<3, and I love how the interaction between the two characters is so frank and direct.
And we should totally start to force everybody in the EU meetings into silly outfits, yeah. That would solve...well, not everything, but a lot of things.
Re: Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 11:40 am (UTC)(link)Serbia is NOT part of the EU.
Re: Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
(Anonymous) 2012-06-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)Party for Everybody!
(Anonymous) 2012-05-23 02:28 am (UTC)(link)Russia stood just off stage, clad in a suite (though his scarf was still present); a wide grin was on his childish face as he clapped his hands together. Two elderly women stood on either side singing happily along with their six comrades whom were on stage singing for the audience in Baku, along with the rest of Europe on their television sets.
“PARTY FOR EVERYBODY!” he half-sang-half-shouted as the chorus started up; the clapping of his hands grew quicker and his body began to sway. The audience sang the few bars in English before quieting down as the Udmart lyrics began again. Though the Udmart Republic was a part of his vast federation, Russia did not feel comfortable enough with the language to sing anything but the English chorus.
When the song finished and the audience cheered, he could over hear a sound tech whispering to another that it was “adorable”. The smile on Russia’s face grew, though after the women returned back stage, and the little one holding the tray of baked goods handed him one. She patted him on the cheek and smiled saying, “He was still a growing boy and needed to eat well.” He thanked her and smiled down at the little old lady.
As they made their way back to their assigned seats in the greenroom Russia couldn’t help but think: I’ve got the best strategy of them all, who doesn’t love cute, little grannies singing and baking things?
Re: Party for Everybody!
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)"This is exactly the sort of thing Hetalia Russia would like"
Shake Your Butt
(Anonymous) 2012-05-23 03:28 am (UTC)(link)Austria sigh, his face in his palms as the horrifying entry of his country began their performance of their “so-called-music”. The noises the two men were making sounds that he could not fathom as to whom would enjoy them; and the women gyrating in hot pants on poles was just making it even worse.
How the hell did Prussia manage to hack the system and get these guys to win? The former nation was always up to no good and here he had done his best to mortify Austria… at the brunet man wanted nothing more than to cry. His lands had produced the genius that was Mozart, and now the evolution of music had led to the mess that was unfolding on an international stage.
And the so called song’s subject matter its self! It was about—he couldn’t even say it! The poor German language had been through enough! Though when Austria turned his head he saw the most disturbing thing yet, Hungary, his beloved former wife was well shaking her ass as the song demanded. And she seemed to be enjoying it, and well Austria had to admit with watching her move her hips like that, he was starting to get what the appeal maybe after all; though the moment that the women’s behinds and the men’s thighs began to light up he was done.
Tossing his hands up in defeat Austria just prayed that the populations of the other 19 countries voting tonight hated it just as much as he did.
When the results came down announcing that his country did not make it to the finals, he was so relieved. Hungary gave him a brief look of pity as she celebrated with her delegation. But the vibration in his pocket pulled him away from watching her celebrate:
- Love Prussia
kesesesese
At that point Austria wished a knew cellphone wasn’t so much (and that destroying the one he had now would just be a waste of perfectly good money).
Re: Shake Your Butt
(Anonymous) 2012-05-23 07:57 am (UTC)(link)Awesome minifill!
Re: Shake Your Butt
(Anonymous) 2012-05-23 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)Waterline
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)One spot remained.
Ireland waited.
They draw it out every year.
One hand nervously fingered the seven medals under her blouse.
They don't call them in order.
She had taken a big chance, sending Jedward two years in a row. Gimmicks could easily lose their impact. When Finland won with Lordi, the next year a few countries sent rock and metal acts, to no avail. The novelty was gone. But the boys were popular in Europe, and maybe that was what was needed for a win now.
And she needed a win, at anything, to bring a bit of prestige back to the country. She was sick of the rest of Europe treating her like a silly spendthrift, sick of Germany making her sit at the kiddie table with Italy, Spain, Greece and Portugal. Eurovision 2013, just in time for the EU Presidency...
Ireland crossed her fingers and prayed.
"IRELAND!"
She whooped and cheered with the rest of the supporters as Jedward cartwheeled up the aisle to take their place with the rest of the finalists. She had absolutely no idea where she would get the money to host this behemoth, if the boys won. But she was sure of one thing.
They'd place higher than the UK.
***
A/N: I'm pretty sure they don't give out medals for the Eurovision, but Ireland had them struck anyway. Leave her alone, it's the only international competition we're any good at. And as much as we like winning, the two most important things about Eurovision here are 1) not making a show of ourselves, and 2) beating the Brits. ;)
Re: Waterline
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)No offense meant, sorry. At first I was skeptical, but now I think Jedward have improved a lot. Good luck beating Britain! But this year they don't suck abysmally, so it'll be hard for everyone...
Re: Waterline
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)Aside from that, this was a funny little piece. I might sound unpatriotic, but I really hate Jedward! Do we have no other acts?! Westlife, come baaaack!
We should ask Ahern to write the songs, I'm sure he'd come up with some interesting lyrics.Re: Waterline
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)Do we have no other acts?!
No matter who we send, we'll never do worse than Dustin. Oh my god we made a holy show of ourselves that year.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-30 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)That was all Nicoleta could think when she watched her nation's Eurovision entry. Mandinga was an excellent group, and, even if it saddened Nicoleta a little bit that they chose to sing in Spanish rather than Romanian, she couldn't possibly not love the gorgeous Elena.
"If Spain doesn't at least give us a good score I'll be pissed..."
She muttered to herself as she watched the performance. She was used to even her best entries not scoring as high as they should, and resigned herself to the likelihood that even this gorgeous woman would probably score relatively low.
"...Heh. So long as we beat Hungary's sissy entry I don't even care."
That was a lie. She wanted Mandinga to do as well as possible. She wanted Elena to do as well as possible. Deep down, she wished there was at least a chance of them taking the contest. Of her being able to host a big victory party in their honor.
"...Fuck it. I'm inviting them out to party after this is done no matter what happens."
She just had to at least get a chance to talk to Elena a little more.
The guy with the bagpipes wasn't bad either.
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